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When the silence took over my mind I realized that this was his plan, that it was a game and I was the toy. I had been a fool to think that I could hold my own here in this exact situation. I was lost, thanks to the rush and concentration i needed to try and keep up with him. I was afraid, because despite knowing that he would never let me get hurt, he was gone. I was left in the growing darkness in a forest somewhere far from the places I knew.
I slid out of myself in that moment. He was playing with me and I knew it, but I was the toy, and he knew just how to play me.
I could sit still and wait or I could turn back and try to make my way. Sitting still would be smart and excruciating. Running would be stupid and excruciating.
The silence was the deep silence of an evening hunt. It terrified me, and I looked around for a tree to climb. I could only sit the night out and catch my bearings in the morning if he didn’t find me first.
None of the trees near me were suitable for climbing, and I wouldn’t leave since this was the last place I had seen him, so I put my back to a narrow birch and tried to slow my heartbeat.
I watched myself from within. I wondered if he would have more fun if I had run. I wondered if he was watching my face, smiling at my fear. I thought he would make me wait at least an hour.
I sank to my knees in the soil beneath the tree.
I had nothing with me – no phone, no watch, no needles or water or matches. I cursed myself for a blind trusting fool, and then snorted softly at myself.
Yes I was a blind, trusting fool, and he was watching me.
The sounds of the night arrived as the sun said goodnight. Chirping and singing of bugs and frogs and rustling from small animals – all reassured me, and my uncomfortable knees told me that at least 30 minutes had passed.
A crunching twig made me nearly jump out of my skin. “Master!” Came to my throat but I held it back just in time. I realized my skin was trembling like the hide of some wild animal.
I didn’t notice when the world fell silent again, but I did hear a crashing, crunching, stampeding sound some distance from me, and I was lost to fear. I jumped and ran.
Vaguely my mind sought a tree to climb, some refuge from unknowable predators. The silence enabled the thunder of my racing heart, and the crashing of my own feet through the brush. I was being chased, hunted, I knew it. I could feel it.
There was the tree, the limbs high enough and low enough, and I was almost there when I tripped.
I barreled headfirst into the trunk, scraping my hands and cheek, shocking the last of the air from my lungs, and my head spun for an instant
Long enough to feel the grip on my calf jerking me down onto the ground.
I couldn’t scream, I had no air, no mind, no voice, as the weight settled over me and my clothes were ripped, shredded. I struggled weakly, gasping to catch a full dose of air, my body twisting underneath the savaging.
When I felt the cold earth against my naked skin, the scream ripped out of me, bursa escort long and loud and full.
My hoodie was pulled up over my head, muffling my voice and blinding me completely. I kicked and bucked, shaking my head like a wet dog, but rough hands held me down, heavy legs trapped mine.
That separate me, the one who watched from inside my panicked body, told me it was him, that this was the game, that he had me and I should be still.
I didn’t listen, and my struggles exhausted me before my voice gave out.
By then my wrists were tied and he held the end of the rope. He lifted his weight from me and I fought to get up, to get my feet under me. I only managed to look like a worm in the dirt, covering myself with more filth.
The tree that I had thought would save me became my hanging tree, as he tossed the rope over a limb and pulled, raising my arms painfully behind my back and planting my face more solidly in the dirt.
“Fuck you paracord.” I snarled into the hoodie, and then giggled at myself. I had lost that self-control I was so proud of.
He came back to me and wrapped the other end around my thigh above my knee. Roughly, he pulled my body into position, knees spread wide and ass high in the air. He tightened and tied the rope, and distantly I realized I could possibly relieve my own pain if I moved my body just right, but I couldn’t fathom how to do it. My mind was hidden deep within the animal that lay hobbled on the ground.
I lay still and tried again to catch my breath as I listened to him moving beyond me into the trees.
Would he leave me there? My shoulders ached already, the cold nipped at me, I began to shiver and goosebumps rose on my skin.
I had to compose myself, I knew it wasn’t as serious as my blood pressure level was trying to tell me, and I focused my ears on his movements.
He crunched over leaves and branches steadily, moving farther away. He would stop and rustle and I thought ‘hes searching for a switch. Oh god a switch. Dont let him find nettles.’
My breathing was a steady burn in my chest, shoving out and sucking in my chest was a struggle to put out a fire, and I worried that I couldn’t calm myself this time.
This was when I began to lose my control.
I stopped listening to him and focused on my body instead. My shoulders hurt wrenchingly, but otherwise I was fine. My face was in the dirt and I was a little chilled, but I could handle that.
The rope was very secure around my wrists as well as my thigh. I had no way of fighting that – so how could I have fun with it?
My heart still thundered, but not so loudly, and I slowed my breathing until it was almost silent. I let my mind drift, and thought of a cat
A big cat
A panther
I could be like a panther waiting for my chance.
Energy filled me again, and I wanted to fight. I wanted to fly and be beautiful, be inhuman and untamable. I wanted to be strong and attractive and dangerous.
When his boots crunched into the dark clearing I raised my chin as high as I could and looked at him as he walked. His eyes met mine and he smiled, and my last coherent thought was “god, he is gorgeous.”
The smell of the dirt, of moss and mold, couldn’t çanakkale escort quite overpower the scent he wore. My chin dropped again, my face was back in the dirt, but I still had the smell of him in my nostrils, the look of him in my mind.
He gave me sound, then.
“Who are you girl.”
Less of a question than a demand, gruff and stark.
I could not speak. He waited.
Behind me, I could *feel* his movement, his presence, the body heat that moved off of him in waves. I imagined him placing switches and thorny vines and god knew what else all in neat little rows on the ground, waiting to be used on me.
“answer me girl. Now.”
The threat in his voice flooded my pussy, and suddenly the cat was in heat. He was going to hurt me no matter what I did.
“lets make this spectacular.” I rasped, my voice unwilling to cooperate, my mind not a part of any of this.
“oh I will.”
I trembled even as the first blow fell, a switch across my ass. It startled me more than hurt, and I sucked in a breath only to cough at the dust that I had breathed in.
He waited for my coughing fit to end. “so kind” I thought, sarcasm dripping from my ears and regret that I hadn’t said it aloud grinding my teeth together.
It seemed I would be a pussy instead of a wild animal.
The blows fell in earnest then, one after another, heavy and sharp. So accurate, so perfectly tuned, and I moaned and tried to move my body. Hit me somewhere else, anywhere else…
Still he didn’t stop and my voice climbed a ladder against my will. I was soon wailing and struggling hard against the rope, no thought in my mind but escape. It only grew tighter, and I tossed myself left and right to get away from his switch.
His abrupt stop left me gasping and whining, my body hot with the stripes he had laid on me and dripping from my cunt.
“Who are you, girl?”
It sounded like a growl, like an animal I didn’t know, and I trembled and throbbed. Answer…what was the answer?
I was sure I knew and yet nothing came to me.
Seconds ticked by eternally and I slowed my struggling breaths again. Fire lit me, I could not be still, and didn’t even realize it until his voice drew me back.
“You will tell me your name, girl, before we are done.”
I held my breath and the switch fell again, this time on the back of my thighs. I squirmed harder, each blow made me move, ground my face into the dirt, and I managed to scoot myself away but of course it wouldn’t matter – he had only to take half a step.
I lowered my hips, bending my knees and the switch fell across my ass again, burning into the welts he had already made.
I screamed then, a puma scream, hoarse and shrieking and long. My body jerked back up, my shoulders and arms dying, my thighs once again taking the punishment. I wasn’t prepared for this, I wasn’t ready for this, and my screams turned to sobs.
He held silent for a moment and I listened to my helpless, pitiful dry sobbing with disgust. I bit my lips and struggled to calm myself, breathing noisily through my nose.
No tears sparked in my sinuses, my nose was dry, and yet I felt as if I were being wrung out. I snorted air and tried to still my trembling çankırı escort body.
I could feel him moving again, although it was a dull sensation now. I breathed and I squirmed and I waited.
His hand gently brushed the hair back from my. Eye and looked down at me, looking up at him. His face was hard in the darkness and I was so afraid. This man…this was the man I was afraid of, the one I knew so little about.
I squeezed my eyes shut and his hand traveled ever so lightly down my neck. He traced my shoulder and stroked my arm, and I felt no kindness or sweetness there – I was a meal, prey that he played with.
I shivered and realized I had been whimpering the whole time. My voice fell silent until his fingers grazed my hip.
I uttered a low, twisted wail as the heat of his touch crept toward the marks that crossed my ass and thighs.
“Do you know who you are, girl?” His voice was low and menacing, it held no warmth for me. Tears ripped from my eyes with no warning.
“no” I gasped, my throat constricting around tears that moved through me like air. I breathed sorrow from my eyes, my nose, and the sobs that came then only accelerated them.
His fingertips blazed across my damaged skin and I arched away – or into his touch – until his palm settled rough over the main part of the pain. It was white-hot and I screamed as well as cried.
Dirt on my cheeks became mud as I moved by centimeters across the ground, trying to escape, trying to come closer. This feeling that had come up behind the tears was unbearable, dark, and all mine.
“ready or not girl.”
“No! No, no please! Please stop! Please let me go let me stop…” The words crashed in my throat back to incoherent sobs as the blackness that had come to the surface blocked my throat.
He untied my wrists, my shoulders screaming as my arms fell limp to the ground. I couldn’t lift them, I couldn’t move, I had no concept of time and all I could do was cry and scream, moan and growl.
My body was not mine to control, and rage spilled out of my mouth with that oily dark hatred that had lived inside me all my life, feeding from me, a parasite.
“why do you want me, what good am I, stupid little bitch, cant even fucking… FUCK…cant even talk listen to my fucking stutter fuck.” Sobbing racked me, words meant nothing, they were only the physical result of that formless rage.
The switch fell across my back and the pain pushed more of my darkness out. Each stinging strike caused another black volcano to erupt.
“I hate you! I hate hate hate…fuck you you never loved me fuck your fucking lies!”
I had no idea who I was speaking to. I didn’t want to be aware, to think clearly of my grievances against myself.
I didn’t count, I didn’t know how long he worked the evil out of my body through my skin. Words of hatred, of misery and of a little girl afraid all mixed together in a grand mess.
I was dry of tears, limp and finally empty, when I felt his hands on my back, stroking gently.
Gentle or not, it ripped at me, and I whined, pathetic. Mud covered my cheek and was in my eyelashes, and tears leaked from me periodically, but I could not kneel anymore, my muscles would not hold me.
“Who are you girl?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then you can be who you want.”
I whined softly. His eyes on mine were again warm, and the last piece of my heart shattered.
“I want…”
My throat burned, my voice was gone, the world pressed down on me and I knew I was fading into unconsciousness.
“Yours.”
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